“I am a doctor,” one woman says to another on the subway, “I go from urologist to dentist, from dentist to dermatologist, from dermatologist to cardiologist, and none of them can find the right remedy, everything suddenly breaks down, for example, a washing machine, a juicer and an oven break down at the same time”.
I have always imagined the house as a body, never as a house, but as I listen to this woman, I think of my own body as a mobile home, like a caravan containing the kitchen, shower and bedroom within a few meters. and bathroom. living room. Only a few square centimeters have kidneys, liver and pancreas, the whole space is better used than a van converted into a home. We have a heating system, a blood irrigation system, and downpipes where we expel debris from burning cells. This and more is about the physical, the things we can touch. We also have two eyes, like two skylights, and a double-winged mouth with two doors, through which the interior is ventilated. As we said a few lines ago, we’re talking about the physical, the very physical, the very organic.
Ah, but there is also an elusive mind inhabited by the ghost of the self and the ghost of others. The ghost of the self is a kind of homunculus responsible for my subjectivity. I am a subject, I suffer as a subject, I rejoice as a subject, I go in and out as a subject, as myself, as myself. From deceased parents and dead siblings, living friends or neighbors to the fictional heroes and anti-heroes of the novels I’ve read, others living in me are countless. The ureters or gallbladder take up space, while each occupies its own space. They come and go, they dance in my head, they make me happy and torment me. When I try to sleep they throw a party and if I look up to get their attention they say call the police.
I am, in a way, all of them, because it is not unusual for me to be alienated, alienated, alienated from myself. foreignThis is what happened to me in another, in this traveling house we call the body. In front of the car door that opens with a cool voice, the woman in the subway screams, “I’m up to my neck at the doctors.”